"Hey babe, could you come downstairs for a second?" Christian peeps into the bedroom and goes back again before I can ask him anything. I get up reluctantly and follow him downstairs wondering what's the matter.
The three littles are standing there, heads bowed, looking guilty and staring at the carpet like it's the most interesting thing in the world.
They have been naughty. It's all over their faces.
"What's up, guys? What have you three been up to?" I ask them sitting on the hand of the sofa.
They just shuffle on their feet and not even looking at me.
"Do you want to tell daddy or should I?" Christian looks at them and then at me and now I am really wondering what were they up to.
I wait patiently for any of them to tell me what's going on in my house.
"Daddy... "
"I... "
"No,
